In the words of Stephen King – “The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings – words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out.”
Falling into yet another cycle of uncertainty and unhappiness, I realised how common it is to keep our deepest feelings from emerging; in words, we find solace, but in spoken words, we expose vulnerability. We walk alone; because we are afraid of company. Maybe it’s the fear of losing the company that we once had. We listen alone; because we do not wish to let others hear what we hear. Maybe it’s the fear of not hearing again. I mask my thoughts behind the shadows; crafted in stories, whispered in songs.
But who are we to demand that others find time to comprehend the obscure feelings hidden in a string of words?
Hit the bottle, it’s time to go again.